Chapter 800: Vol V Chapter 160

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“That’s wonderful!” Wall said happily. “Good riddance!”

“Yes! Good riddance! What a pity his death came so late!”

“Better now than never. Better dead than alive!”

“Yes, you’re so right! Better dead than alive,” said Yorgaardman, the God of Justice, as he laughed. Then his clone in the Pantheon temple stood up. He coughed to clear his throat, and then he spoke in a resounding and deafening voice to ensure that every god in the temple could hear him clearly.

“Everyone! Let me share a piece of good news with you all!”

He paused for a moment. Then in a voice that was even louder than before, he shouted, “The God of Conspiracy is dead!”

His voice echoed throughout the Pantheon temple, other than that, there was absolute silence.

A moment later, one of the gods stood up and asked, “You’re… kidding, right?”

“Is that possible!” said Yorgaardman. He was angry to hear that and questioned, “Is my credibility that bad? When have I ever made a joke!”

“But… but… that guy… how could he possibly die?”

“He’s dead for sure, unmistakably, I’m sure of it,” Yorgaardman said.

“Did you destroy him?”

“No.”

“Then, which great majesty has destroyed him?” asked that god, who seemed quite intent on getting to the bottom of the matter.

Yorgaardman frowned and said impatiently, “Why are you asking about this? Could it be that you wish to avenge him?”

“No!” said that god who immediately shook his head. “I just… back then, I once made a vow. I’m willing to become a follower of the god who can destroy that bastard…”

That was when Yorgaardman understood the other party’s actual intention. He pondered for a moment, then said, “That one… He has no need for followers.”

“He’s not a god, but an ancient demigod, right?”

“Honestly, it will do you no good in trying to probe into his affairs,” said Yorgaardman. He sighed again, then said, “Anyway, the God of Conspiracy is dead. Dead as can be, through and through. All the relationships you have with him, be it friends or foes, shall end here. Even if you have some shady dealings with him, just give those up as well. The existence of the ‘God of Conspiracy,’ is now a thing of the past.”

With that. He sat down and paid no further attention to the persistent questions of the other gods.

It was understood that the gods could not possibly go straight to the second row to press him for answers, so they could only discuss among themselves. At this moment, the few gods who had been sitting near the God of Conspiracy suddenly became popular. Many gods approached them to inquire about what exactly happened. They were even willing to offer benefits to pay for information.

But those few gods were equally clueless. How could they have any information to give out?

They were not even sure about the exact time where the God of Conspiracy had fallen. They really knew nothing at all.

Without any answers to their questions, the gods got louder and louder as they continued discussions. Gradually, their voices rose up like tides stirring up within the Pantheon temple.

As Yorgaardman listened to the chattering of voices engrossed in discussion behind him, he felt the countless divine thoughts passing through him in a continuous stream almost as though they were ravaging torrents. His frown deepened. Finally, he could hold back no longer and leaped to his feet. He turned around and shouted, “Have you all nothing to do! If you’re all so idle, then go find something proper to do! That bastard who deserved to be slashed by knives is dead, we all should be happy! Shouldn’t you all be celebrating before anything else!”

His words served as reminders to the gods. Many of them smiled brightly upon regaining their composure from the great surprise.

Indeed, just as the God of Justice had said, regardless of how the God of Conspiracy had died, the most important thing was that he died.

He died! He was dead!! He was dead!!!

This was simply the best news ever!

In terms of low popularity and bad reputation, the God of Conspiracy was practically considered to be unrivaled in the entire Pantheon temple. When Sui Xiong annihilated the Alliance of Evil Gods, there were many evil gods who had mourned the deaths of the likes of them. And they were worried about themselves as well. But when the God of Conspiracy died, there were even many evil gods who flashed sincere smiles, not to mention the good gods, who were over the moon.

This matter truly brought great joy to all of them!

There had been more than one god issuing Oracles to newly declare to their followers that this very day would henceforth be a holiday. Every year, on this very day, there would be celebrations. And the gods had to plan the arrangements and prepare for a massive celebration to celebrate this occasion.

Such a suggestion was also proposed in the Void God System.

“A celebration?” Sui Xiong said in shock as he froze momentarily. He looked at Javier and asked, “Have you not given up this priesthood and converted to becoming the God of Pleasure?”

“But when there’s something worth celebrating, shouldn’t we hold a celebration?” Javier asked in return. “The end of the God of Conspiracy. This is definitely something worth celebrating! What’s wrong with organizing a celebration?”

Sui Xiong pondered for a moment and realized that there seemed to be nothing wrong at all.

The God of Conspiracy was dead. Of course, this was something good. And it was also a major occasion that was worth splurging on for a great celebration! In this case, the occasion did naturally seem to call for a well-deserved celebration.

So he nodded and agreed to this matter.

Anyway, he had more than enough money to splurge. There was nothing wrong with finding an opportunity to hold an extravagant celebration.

So an Oracle was soon announced. The faces of all the higher-ups of Church of the Void Mask, as well as the leaders of the Republic of Northwest, all lit up with pleasure when they got to know the reason for the celebration. And when the news was spread among the common civilians, many scholars and clergymen even took to the streets dressed in festive costumes as they held a spontaneous celebration.

Not only that, just a moment later, the Republic of Northwest received messages from various countries. Even the two parties of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins, who were in the midst of a tense situation, were no exception.

These messages were roughly crafted in such a format: Dear so-and-so, you know what? The God of Conspiracy, who is the extremity of evilness, has fallen! This is a great joy for all the countries! This is a great joy for all living creatures in the world! Today, we are all so happy. You all must be very happy too! How about we all celebrate this together?

As for where the news started spreading out from… Javier, the God of Pleasure, expressed his oblivion. He said not to look at him for looking at him would not make him say anything…

Even many reclusive figures who had lived in seclusion were shocked at the news. More than one hermit master left their place of seclusion and arrived at the mortal world or some other places which were more well-informed to sound for information. After they had confirmed that the news of the death of the God of Conspiracy was true, many senior masters could no longer maintain their usual calm and level-headed composure as they broke out in boisterous laughter.

“That guy had this day coming as well!”

“Great! Great!”

“Fate! How kind you’ve been to me, to let me live to hear this news!”

“I can die without regrets! No regrets at all!”

…

It was evident from these words that they all had their fair share of suffering at the hands of the God of Conspiracy. All of them bore deep hatred for him.

As for the followers of the God of Conspiracy… it was regrettable to say that his devout followers had long since died. The remaining shallow and pan-religions followers might be somewhat uneasy because of the God of Conspiracy, but the greater part of them was ambitious.

The death of the God of Conspiracy would mean that the priesthood of “Conspiracy” was now unclaimed.

So, who could say for sure that they would not have a chance to inherit this priesthood and become the next God of Conspiracy?

Therefore, a grand celebration that involved all worlds, regardless of race, and regardless of good or evil, was about to begin…

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